Suddenly it became clear to Lawrence that his whole life at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had been under the scrutiny of a mad scientist, a diabolical fiend who took hundreds of photos a day of him and others frolicking. To what end? What other life forms were there in this magical place? From behind, the Face of Everyman began to enumerate . . .
A new Security Team arrived at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa with orders from Corporate to create file photos and physical measurements of every creature using the facilities. the Face of Everyman foresaw that this Machiavellian scheme could result in draconian rules. All guests were advised to avoid posing in front of the special cameras. For those blessed with new mating plumage this was an almost impossible suggestion.
Chauncey approached the Goddess of Mercy Guan Yin thinking that she would help solve all his problems. The goddess was new to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa and had already made a good impression on the folks hereabouts; even the venerable sage. No one heard the Face of Everyman mutter his heart felt thanks that now, she would share the burden of listening to those who sought free advice at all hours of the day or night.
Chucky confronted the Face of Everyman about the onerous co-pay on the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa Dental Plan. “C’s” orthodontic appliances needed adjustment every two weeks. As the sole wage earner of a family of six he often had to forage an extra shift just to keep his head above water. Was there any way for him to get ahead? Next, the girls will want Contacts. https://tinyurl.com/o736l9w
Sparky kept a wary eye out on the suspicious looking Gnome waving from the cabana huts while he was trying to eat his lunch before the pushy bumptious pigeons showed up. “S” was unaware that about this time of year the Face of Everyman invited all imaginary little people to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Within days, Gnomes, Pixies, Elfs, Leprechauns, and perhaps a few well behaved Trolls would appear for Everyman’s traditional no-host bar and the free feast of imaginary national foods.
The Breakfast Kit posted a few flyers around the statuary and memorials of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; hopefully to encourage lonely pigeons to try out for membership in their group. Flyers were effusive; bountiful food and plenty of cover from raptors, friendly rodents. Two new pigeons, seen above, are trying out for a newly created vacancy. the Face of Everyman remained mute as he is often wont to do.